If it was perhaps the secrets of Diveen that Enderly sought, then he was well upon the cusp of discovering the greatest of them, Elijah a living secret within himself, one Diveen has hidden away so very long. So much….shame hidden within the blood that flowed within the veins of the mow-hawked boy, those red russet hairs standing on end, aglow upon his body of white and head of ebony black, that obsidian hood the image of his own sire and the bane of Heyel himself, the male a living example of the single greatest failure of the Angelic line until this point, a creature whom should never existed, a creature built upon each of the most potent bloodlines to ever mark Moladion. Angel. Demon. Dragon- though he is the last of Bahamut’s line to exist still, along with his own sire whom lingers within the darkest parts of Moladion. They are right to tense perhaps- near each wolf present seeming to still at his entrance. He is family, blood kin to Isola herself, her nephew no less, grandchild of the Great Heyel and yet each look upon him with a barely concealed fear, waiting….waiting for him to make a mistake. He knows of their thoughts, Ava has ensured, his family having argued for so many years as to whether or not the boy should even be allowed to live. They had voted. On the day of his birthed they had dared to hold the audacity to decide whether or not the boy-child and his brother should even be allowed to exist. It was Isola whom had allowed his life to be spared- Heyel a surprising champion for his cause and yet Elijah had long come to suspect that this may be for the love of Aaliyah, his Mother, that Heyel had spared his life and merely had the Assassins watch him as he grew, desperately seeking any sign he was….unstable. How little they knew. How little he cared to share. He does not hate them- not all of them, they are his family, they are all he has even if it is they do not share such loyalty in return. The bond of Angels, even the most feared- is powerful.

Yet it is Enderly he seeks this day, moving towards the non-pack wolf, one of the few whom does not share even a droplet of his prized blood, seeking the company of one not family this day. He seats himself beside the male, closer perhaps then is customary, yet so long spent upon the outskirts, the male charged with the protection of the far borders, summoned only to the main pack upon assassination tasks- his Mother’s death before he was even a year old along with his elder brother assuring h has never truly been instructed in social mannerisms. Emerald eyes turn to fixate upon the dark male as he offers his name. Enderly. The word is easily committed to memory, slipped within his mind to be kept safe like so many things. Perhaps Enderly holds an interest within him and yet by this same token the Assassin holds equal interest in the other. It is rare for any to be accepted into the City of Angels without true cause and to whose favour he had won Elijah is curious. Perhaps he lacks social graces- yet he is far from foolish. The boy is clever, cunning and despite his blackened façade is in possession of looks near…heavenly, his smile entirely capable of bringing others to him- if fear alone does not. Elijah merely bides his time.

“Today- I am Elijah.”

He offers no other explanation, seeing no need to explain….Ego. His other half sleeps in these moments and as such Elijah is content to leave his demonic spirit locked within the confines of his solitude for now, seeing no need to awaken this part of himself. It is the approach of the black and golden eyed child that sees the white giant bristle slightly, that flaming red mowhawk raised upward once more like a bloodied blade, a testament from the sire from which he has come and the angelic blood spilt across it. He does not fear the child, does not look upon him with disdain and yet it burns….slithers….creeps within him at the sight of the weak child. A damning hunger, a condemning hunger that sees a snarl coil within his chest, a warning- though he makes no move to do more the this- halted by the black and red demon-marked boy that steps before him. Guardian. An apt name perhaps- his own cousin. He knows them all, sees them all, hears them all and yet remains silent upon this wealth of knowledge- merely accepting this…apology of sorts from the male though the threat within his words is not missed- Elijah simply chooses to ignore it, allowing Enderly to speak for him, the fox-like male an already preferred companion. He waits until Guardian shifts slightly away, surely taking Exodus with him before one white paw stretches forward, black head lowering as if he moves to nip at his limb, to briefly chew upon it and rid himself of a bug of sorts- before quite words whisper to Enderly alone.

“He is a Daddy’s boy. Seeks only his Father’s approval. He is favoured over his older brother by Azrael. He is smarter than his sire.”

His head lifts once more, as if no words have been spoken, tongue rushing along his lips before those emerald eyes fixate now upon Achilles as he approaches. Another of his cousins, this Prince of Diveen of hailed golden child. He is handsome, this much Elijah will acknowledge and yet no more as the Prince moves to place himself between him and Guardian, a look of clear warning lacing the heir’s features in these moments- yet another warning thrown against the black-faced boy, lip lifting ever so slightly in response though his ears lace back in momentary acknowledgement of his….lower ranking- waiting until Achilles turns Guardian once more before words are whispered again to Enderly.

“Guardian has sought Achilles favour from the beginning, the boy seeks higher ranking when Achilles takes over, the two are inseparable. Guardian is smart and most unfortunately is a force to be reckoned with, as is Achilles. They are strong….together.”

It is merely a musing seemingly muttered to himself and little more, his final word drawn slightly out- as if there is more to be said yet nothing comes, the younger, red, white and gold Princess choosing that moment to approach as another growl is drawn from within his throat at the approach of Calliel. She is oblivious it would seem, to the actions of her family, to the way they tense at his presence, to the way many move to actively walk away from him. She does not know him…who he is….what he is. It is easier when they shrink away from him, easier when they snap their teeth at him….his hunger…..not so tempted. Lips pull back from his teeth a moment, though he does not strike, does not dare it. She is…family…blood…this knowledge staying his fangs and yet…Guardian and Achilles are close, Guardian rivalling him for height, Achilles matching him for both height and weight. He does not like these odds and as such his hunger will not be quelled today.

“Quia et vidistis me et non mihi non videtur. Ego autem Eliam, et patruelis, et nunc ego mitto te, ut a me, vestra celsitudo.”
(You have not seen me because I don't like being seen. I am Elijah, your cousin, now get away from me before I throw you away- your highness.)

He, like Enderly- does not entertain children.